CHAPTER 47: I'M GONNA MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH
AMANDA'S POV:
It’s been a few days since Mom was discharged from the clinic, and honestly, the house feels different. She’s still so weak, moving like her bones are made of glass, and the doctor was dead serious when he said she shouldn't be stressed.
So, I’ve stepped up. I’ve taken the whole house on my shoulders because Mom is all we’ve got. I find myself whispering prayers to the Goddess every night, begging her to keep Mom breathing, to not let us become orphans in this cold world.
I’ve turned into a drill sergeant with my siblings, too. I assigned the dishes to Mia, and you’d think I asked her to scrub the whole floor with a toothbrush the way she carries on. She grumbles every time she’s at that sink, clattering plates and si
